A quiet, cool, rain is saturating me!
Oh, I lift my hands up in sweet surrender!
My wet chin lifts defiantly against the Enemy.
I close my eyes, and feel the delicious, fragrant
rain on my sore, burnt eyelids.
The rain smells of lilacs.
It smells of the flowers of your childhood.
Do you remember?
The heady aroma was a fragrant balm.
Yet you chose to forget it.
And you let the Enemy assault me...again, and again.
Didn't you care? What were you doing that was so important, anyway?
I was chilled to the bone, starving, and so desolately alone. I was
shriveling up inside, while you were gorged and fat.
I lay curled up, in the midst of a cold, desert night.
My arms were wrapped about me for escaping warmth.
But, alas, there was none!
There was no moon. There were no stars.
Nothing stirred. The darkness was like that of outer space -
inhumanly quiet, and miserably vacuous.
My isolation was that of a cold, hungry prisoner waiting to die,
waiting for his execution.
I waited to die; what other relief did I have?
Then, suddenly one day, you shoved open my creaking window.
Fresh air poured in, like the cool, dewy mist after an early spring morning drizzle!
For the first time in many years, I drew a deep, precious breath - and the
sweetness began to seep into me, like nector being gently sucked
by a young hummingbird.
I became a hummingbird, tiny, beautiful and viciously alive!
I wanted to go on sucking the sweet honey substance forever -
like an infant starved for his mother's tender breast.
And starved I was. The Enemy had slowly, and maliciously
sapped my strength. He had left me weak, and defenseless.
He had left me alone, and weary. I could not move.
My head was bowed low in hopelessness, and despair.
Now, I have strength! I am strong and lithe once more!
I feel as I did the morning you were born, and God had touched me,
laying His Hands on me - to bring me to sweet life as your mother labored.
He touched me, and I blossomed, immediately, like a morning glory softly
opening its violet petals to the warming rays of God's blessed sun.
The warmth was so familiar! It felt just like Home!
I knew that I was still part of you - in your weak and momentary flesh.
Your flesh is so fragile! It is so achingly frail.
And yet, if you allow me to sip from His Refreshing Spring, I will
be strong enough to raise your house! I will walk through fire!
I will outshine your adversaries! I will lift you out of unbearable
sadness and depression! I will carry you out of your terrible isolation!
You are so weak. Let me be your strength!
So, please. Continue to feed me. I need His Manna.
I must have fresh manna every day! And you are the only one who can
give it to me!
I beg of you! Care for me, as you would a precious pet.
Care for me, as you would a newborn babe!
Care for me with His Love. He is Who breathed life into me!
I continually need to be fed, like a babe suckling on its mother's
warm, swollen breast. I must be fed, or I will slowly, agonizingly die.
I will die. Your flesh will go on living for the brief moments it has here
on earth. But, I will die.
Yes. Your body will be alive, but it will be like the fragile shell of an egg.
You will be brittle and hard inside, without the precious cushion of life.
So, one more time, I beg of you. Please!
Take good care of me. Be sweet and kind to me!
Give me the Food I hunger for!
Quench my parched throat with the Water I thirst for!
Who am I?
I am your soul.
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